10-12-30

The same picture two days in a row. Though the keen eyed amongst you will notice there's actually a day missing in between. Maybe I'll take the same picture tomorrow.

10-12-28

10-12-27

Bits of a building.

10-12-26

Working. Over the holidays. Driving home late at night. The days are short, the nights, despite being near their longest, are shorter still.

10-12-25

Christmas. She wanted a dollhouse. We got her one.

10-12-24

Christmas cookies.

10-12-23

Missed days. More and more of them. It might be time to take a break again.

10-12-21

10-12-20

10-12-19

Johann's old bike:

I promise to ride you in the rain, and in the sun, maybe a little drunk once in a while, with my iPod on listening to Joy Division, or just as likely Jimi Hendrix. Even though you're a road bike I'll take you off road once in a while, we all do things we shouldn't do once in a while, and I'll ride you to cute girls' houses, and to see bands play in back alley venues, and to watch hockey games in comfortable taverns with beer pitcher specials. There will be art gallery openings as well, and random meandering rides with a camera in my bag, there's no telling where those rides might take us. I've already bought you some bar tape and will get you some better brakes one day. I'm sorry I bought you white pedals but they were a better choice than the green translucent ones, and the wood grain print ones, and they do match your fenders. And if one day I decide to replace you I'll make sure you end up in the possession of someone who promises to do all these things with you and more.

10-12-18

Every time I see a space like this I feel the potential in it for something, a furniture shop, a bike manufacturing facility, a seedy bar. It's like I want to rescue the space from obsolescence and eventual demolition.

10-12-16

10-12-15

It's Christmas.

10-12-14

The construction materials used to run rampant around the building site until it got penned up every night...

10-12-13

They sell feminine items in masculine sizes. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

10-12-12

10-12-11

I wrote the better part of a thousand words describing this photograph and deleted them. It's a photograph of a romantic ideal slowly rotting. It's a tough one.

10-12-10

10-12-9

10-12-8

10-12-7

10-12-6

Days like today. Perfect. More.

10-12-5

From another time.

10-12-04

The Portland Hotel Society ran a soccer tournament for homeless people. The mayor showed up and though it might have been easy for him to give a short speech and shake a few hands and then move on to whatever better thing might occupy his Saturday he stuck around and played soccer for the better part of three hours. It was good to see.

Lots more pictures here.

10-12-3

10-12-2

There's something wrong with Christmas without snow. I'm alright with mild winters and riding bikes year round and not worrying about minus 30 Celsius temperatures like I faced when I lived in Calgary but when the Christmas lights come out it would be nice to see a little snow on the ground.

10-12-1

10-11-30

Says Sophie. It's hung on the wall in front of my desk now. I can get lost in it when I let myself.

10-11-29

10-11-28

Promised land.

10-11-27

10-11-26